What is the odds so long as the fire of souls is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather?
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart that had better not be wibrated."
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going . . . let the other be where he may.
'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.
Oliver Twist has asked for more.
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. . . . . Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.
When found, make a note of.
If there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.
I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.
If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring rash.
The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.
Some credit in being jolly.
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a piece of orange-peel.
Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
The Bearings of this observation lays in the application on it.
Humanity has every reason to place the proclaimers of high moral standards and values above the discoverers of objective truth. What humanity own to personalities like Buddha, Moses, and Jesus ranks for me higher than all the achievements the inquiring constructive mind.
Morality is of the highest importance--but for us, not for God.
The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in our actions. Our inner balance and even our very existence depend on it. Only morality in our actions can give beauty and dignity to life.
The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral relativism has set in so deeply that the gilded classes have become incapable of discerning right from wrong. Everything can be explained away, especially by journalists. Life is one great moral mush--sophistry washed down with Chardonnay. The ordinary citizens, thank goodness, still adhere to absolutes. . . . It is they who have saved the republic from creeping degradation while their "betters" were derelict.
Known by the sobriquet of "The Artful Dodger."
The dodgerest of all the dodgers.
"Brooks of Sheffield": "'Somebody's sharp.' 'Who is?'" asked the gentleman, laughing. I looked up quickly, being curious to know. "Only Brooks of Sheffield," said Mr. Murdstone. I was glad to find it was only Brooks of Sheffield; for at first I really thought that it was I.
Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath.